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Dahlia stumbled out of her odd-feeling Apparition and shook her head to clear it of the foggy feeling. Taking a steadying breath, she lifted her head high and took a step forward only to jerkily halt and stare bemusedly at where she'd turned up. Certainly not her date, or a place worth a thought for a date. In fact, the identical houses and neatly trimmed hedges all down the street caused a sudden burst of laughter to erupt from her throat.

"Bloody hell, I was not thinking of Privet Drive," she muttered to herself. Glancing around again and shaking her head in a bewildered sort of way, she was at the very least grateful that she hadn't splinched herself if she was so far from her intended destination.

Unable to refuse her sudden spike of curiosity, however, Dahlia began a steady pace a short way down the street. It looked almost identical to how she remembered it, from the height of the hedgerows to the dry, brown lawns victim to the summer heat. And then, her eyes drawn to it, Dahlia shook her head in a strangely fond way at the bright green lawn of number four Privet Drive. Water restrictions or not, Petunia had always insisted on a flourishing lawn.

Dahlia felt a smile at the corner of her mouth as she halted on the street in front of her old house. Though the memories she had of the place and the people were not incredibly fond ones, there was still a sentimentality associated with the ordinary house. Strangely enough, the car parked in the drive was identical to the one Vernon had owned all those years ago, the curtains in the window the same lace, as well as the flowerbeds full of agapanthus and pansies adding further colour to the emerald green grass. Dahlia wondered if the Dursleys had moved back into the house after the war ended and found herself tilting her head as she considered the front door. Should she knock? Should she say hello? In her occasional correspondence with Dudley she had never found the desire to ask about her aunt and uncle.

"Nah," she breathed, smirking and shaking her head. Even if Vernon and Petunia Dursley were in that house and sitting down for lunch, Dahlia felt absolutely no urge to knock on their door and reintroduce herself. Perhaps if she was feeling slightly more mischievous she might have, just to see their faces as the freak darkened their doorstep once again, but Dahlia had plans for her own lunch and was eager to move on.

Dahlia glanced around the street, looking for any prying eyes, before she quickly spun around on her heel and disappeared from Privet Drive with a quiet crack.

She wasn't there to witness a young boy suddenly jerk up from where he'd been lying under the living room window on the grass, his black hair messy and his emerald eyes searching the street desperately for the source of the familiar sound.

From underneath an invisibility cloak nearby, a small, smelly man jerked awake. Not noticing anything immediately suspicious, he shook his head and rearranged himself where he sat.

The boy despondently settled back onto the grass with a huff and the watcher was soon snoring again.

Privet Drive was still once more.

But not for long.

What is this? Even I don't know. Well, I do, but I don't know what I'm doing posting it. In all fairness this is a bit of fun. I was settling down to write the next chapter of The Beauty In Me (another fem!Harry because reasons) but this little fantasy has held me captive and only released me now that its ice has been broken. Plans for this? There are a few. Nothing concrete; just in my head. Will the characters we love live in this one? Hell yes, as they should. Love to hear from you!